Walking Dead

Bore it out, bore it out
The fear breeds lies, the lies breed doubt
Broken record, a frantic sequence
Questioning character at every expense
No explanation, no understanding
At the end of this, don't know if I'll be standing
Will there be anything left?
It may be best to bring on death

I would rather kill myself.
Than live a life afraid like this

Afraid for those I love
Afraid of things that don't make sense
Afraid I'll live in emptiness
Afraid for all the innocents
Afraid of things that don't exist

Self-identified existential crisis
Attempt to topple this Goliath
A recent obsession
Of all I am not
Bore it out
Or be still my heart

Stumbling across the sand
Course against my feet
Reminding every step I take
Is unfulfilled and empty
Another bottle down
I've lost count
But I am numb to nothing
There is only pain now

Light another up
I've lost count
Doesn't matter anymore
I'm torn apart from inside out
Wander into the sea
Resisting the urge
To let the tide take me out

Cause I know how it feels to drown



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Writer(s): Zach Mills
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